Eiravyne's cheeks burned at his comment, and she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly shy.
"I didn't mean to," she murmured, trying to downplay her embarrassment. "I must have been …m-more exhausted than I realized."
Urag chuckled softly, his hand tilting her chin so she had to look at him.
"Don't worry, I'm not complaining. In fact, I might start insisting you fall asleep on top of me every night. It's good for my heart, you know, having you so close."
Her blush deepened, and she tried to hide her smile, though it was impossible. "Y-You're impossible," she replied.
Eiravyne looked at him hesitantly, trying to shift the conversation away from the intensity of the moment.
Eiravyne forced a small smile, trying to push aside the swirling emotions.
"Urag...focus…okay? What happened last night between you and Ilkar?"
Urag's playful demeanor didn't falter as he sat down next to her on a chair, his gaze locked onto hers.
